Here comes the river of time to sweep you away
Trees are shaking their ghostly windy arms
Farewell is drawn in green color
Birds are yelling with their broken beaks
And I am looking at the water flooding your face
that was once my lighthouse
I say nothing .. but I yawn
I got used to that scene
I knew since the beginning
that I found you to loose you
that I loved you to miss you
Because we met by chance
As you were going to your glory's joy
and as I was coming back from my boredom
We were two arrows going in opposite directions
There was no way out of goodbye, as well as our encounter...
I am letting you go with a little pang
As the moment we crossed each other,
the whole world shined for a while
Like sudden thunder lights the sky
I saw my fragile reality
and your ironic reality, then
But still love rained warmly
So we melt in the storm
And elements thought we'll never be apart...
It was nice that we met
and soothing to split up ... and enter the yawning
3 commentaires:
Le coeur souffre souvent de lucite. Souvent la lumière apparaît mais au final fait plus de mal que de bien. Le sentiment de consumation nous envahit car notre coeur devient papier et les sentiments demeurent enflammés. Un arrache-coeur est parfois souhaité. Douze grammes dans la tempe aussi. A quoi cela nous mène-t-il?
Je crois que c'est à peu de chose près cela.
"I knew since the beginning
that I found you to loose you
that I loved you to miss you
Because we met by chance"
....
"We were two arrows going in opposite directions
There was no way out of goodbye, as well as our encounter..."
Je suis éprise par ces deux images,votre verbe egale la sensibilité érintante des poètes d'antant pour qui le sens prend forme en images et en sensations universelles! incontournable pour beaucoup de personnes qui arrivent à se reconnaitre dans ce que vous dites et saluent la perfection dans votre manière d'exprimer un vécu humain, commun à tous!
Bravo!
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